Chapter 22 Noah
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
NOAH
Ohhhh, my little bee is practically buzzing with fury.
I fucking love it.
“You can start by crawling across the table,” I tell her, wanting to see how far I can push her before she lashes out at me.
Because the first night on the jet was fun. I loved that she attacked me even though I wasn’t the one who’d pissed her off.
It felt good putting her beneath me.
And I’ll very much enjoy doing it again now if she decides to launch herself at me like before.
She narrows her gaze, the subtle defiance in her features making my heart pound in my chest. Oh, yeah. Here we fucking go.
I’m ready.
Hands braced on the arms of my chair. Feet spread and planted on the floor, prepared to stand at any second. Cock hard. Knot pulsing. Balls full.
But rather than lash out at me or growl, she places her palms on the table, then her knee, and starts doing exactly what I asked.
Johan’s eyes instantly go to her ass, his position behind her one I almost envy. Except I have a full view of her swaying breasts beneath her sweater.
I definitely should have told her to strip first.
Laz leans back beside me, an appreciative hum forming in his chest.
“If you fuck this up for me, I will put a blade in your groin,” I warn him, my voice low.
He hears me just fine, though. As does Aurora. She pauses for a second, like she’s waiting for Laz to reply.
“Focus on me, pet,” I tell her. “I’m the instructor here.”
Laz folds his arms but says nothing.
However, I know it’s grating on his nerves to take a back seat.
Too. Fucking. Bad.
It’s my turn to play. Finally.
And I have just enough time before our meeting to do so. Although, some of it might run over.
But that’ll be intentional.
My lips nearly curl with the anticipation of what I want to do. The only reason I hold back is that I don’t want to alert our pet to my plans.
Instead, I merely watch as she pauses in front of me on the table.
“Stand up and take off your pants.”
Her brow furrows, and she moves like she’s about to climb off the flat surface I now consider to be her stage.
“No, no,” I tsk. “Stand up right where you are and give us a show, pretty bee. I want that pussy on display for all of us to see.” I sing-song the rhyme on purpose, mostly because it’s fun.
I also really like the way her cheeks redden in response, though that might be a result of what I’ve asked her to do.
“Tick tock, pet,” I murmur. “Our meeting starts soon.”
Her gaze narrows again, just like when I issued the challenge to crawl.
Then, ever so slowly, she stands.
She isn’t wearing shoes. Just bare feet against the wood. But I would love to see her in a pair of heels at some point.
Preferably just a pair of heels.
We’ll discuss it later.
Holding my gaze, she reaches down to begin lifting her sweater. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I only wanted her to lose her pants, but I’m not about to stop her from showing us her tits.
I catch her sweater as she drops it, then toss it to Laz for safekeeping.
From the corner of my eye, I see him bringing it to his nose to inhale her sweet aroma. I should have done that, too. But I’m about to have her pussy in my mouth, so I’ll get my fill.
Leaving her bra on, she pops the button on her jeans, then draws down the zipper.
Johan hisses through his teeth as she bends to pull her pants off, his position providing an excellent view of her fine backside again.
“You thinking about knotting her ass over there, tech boy?” I ask him.
“Thinking about knotting her everywhere,” he groans.
I smile. “I’ll warm her up for you. Don’t worry.”
Her nipples harden as I speak, the stiff points evident beneath her lacy white bra and making her arousal obvious.
Just like the slick saturating the matching panties between her legs, I think, instantly starving for a taste of her sweetness.
“When you take that scrap of fabric off, I want it,” I tell her, looking at her pussy.
She visibly shivers, then kicks her jeans aside. I grab them and throw them at Laz.
He growls.
Probably because her slick permeated the fabric.
Or maybe because he doesn’t appreciate me treating him like a laundry hamper.
Whatever.
He’ll live.
Aurora removes her lacy undergarments—starting with the lower half, then adding her bra—and throws them both at me.
It’s sassy. Confident. And fucking magnificent.
Because she’s naked.
And her panties smell like sugary heaven.
I inhale deeply, ensuring she sees it, then slide the sexy lace into my pocket. “For when I jack off later,” I tell her.
Slick visibly pools from her sweet center, making my mouth water.
“Come here,” I growl at her, standing and holding out my hand.
She steps forward, but I grab her by the hips instead and sit her on the table right in front of me.
“Place your palms on the wood,” I instruct her. “And spread those pretty thighs.”
She only barely opens her legs as I reclaim my chair.
That’s fine.
She’ll learn.
Using my grip on her hips, I yank her forward.
She yelps, her palms flailing and catching herself on the flat wooden surface.
I don’t wait for her to stabilize, just dive down and place my mouth where it belongs—right on her fucking clit.
Another startled sound leaves her, followed by a moan as I suck the little nub into my mouth and purr.
“Ohhh,” she whispers, her body tensing beneath my palms.
I run my hands down her thighs to her ankles, then set them on the arms of the chair on either side of me.
I want her all around me.
Owning me with her scent.
Saturating me with her slick.
Claiming me in a way only an omega can.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined, little bee,” I whisper against her slick flesh. “You’re going to be my daily dessert. Breakfast, too. Shit, I may just eat you for eternity and subsist on honeyed pussy alone.”
Her cheeks are a beautiful bright red.
And I decide to see how far I can make that blush spread.
I spear her with my tongue, then draw my touch back up her legs with one hand going to her hip to hold her and the other joining me between her thighs.
“I’m going to prepare you for me, pet,” I tell her. “I’m big, so you need to be stretched.” I slide two fingers into her, loving the way her tight sheath clenches around me.
Definitely a knotting virgin.
That’s about to change.
Because I’m going to fucking live inside this perfect pussy for the rest of my existence.
Laz and Johan will just have to take her ass and mouth instead.
Mine, mine, mine.
“Noah,” she groans as I add a third finger.
“Oh, sweet bee, if you think that’s a lot…” I trail off and suck on her clit again, helping to push her into a state where pain and pleasure combine.
She nearly falls back onto the table.
Which gives me an idea.
“Lie down,” I tell her. “And get up there with her, tech boy. I want you to suck on her tits for me.”
Laz can fucking watch.
Prick.
Always ruining my fun.
Let’s see how he likes sitting back while someone else makes up the rules and runs the show.
Johan follows my command like the good fucking alpha he is and gets on the table, then helps to lean Aurora back.
Only, he doesn’t suck on her breasts like I demanded.
Instead, he kisses her.
Which I only allow because it makes her even wetter between her thighs. I lap up her slick, growling as her decadent flavor hits the back of my throat. “You taste so fucking good, pet.” I give her a long lick while my fingers work inside her.
“Just wait until she comes,” Laz murmurs. “It gets even better then.”
My hands itch to grab the knife tucked into my pocket so I can stab the asshole in the throat. I don’t need the reminder that he did this first.
But he will absolutely bear witness to me knotting our omega on this fucking table.
And he will not be allowed to touch her.
It’s my fucking turn with my fucking bride.
I drive that point home by nipping her clit, then laving away the sting as she cries out into Johan’s mouth.
His hands are moving now, exploring her perky breasts and tweaking her rosebud nipples.
“Get your mouth on her tits,” I tell him. “Before I kick you off this table.”
He casts me a glare, then kisses a path down her neck before feasting on her beautiful peaks.
Her body bows off the wood, but I move my hand from her hip to her belly and push her back down, then add a fourth finger to her channel.
She squeals, but I don’t relinquish her from my hold.
Instead, I force her to take it, all while ensuring she feels good with my mouth.
We really should have discussed safe words or some shit. But right now, I’ll take “no” or “stop” as red flags.
Fortunately, she’s not uttering anything like that at the moment. Probably because she’s too busy moaning.
“Fuck, pet, you’re drowning me in your slick,” I tell her. “Something tells me you’re going to very much like my knot lodged deep inside your cunt.”
Her response is a wet kiss to my fingers, making it even easier to glide in and out of her.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, loving her physical responses to my touch. I can’t wait to take her. To own her. To master her. To claim her.
“Noah,” she breathes, her fingers in Johan’s hair as she holds him against her breast. “I… I…”
She doesn’t finish her statement because I roll her clit between my teeth again, giving it a little bite.
Which sends her cascading into an orgasm so powerful that my fingers struggle to move.
That’s going to feel so damn good around my cock, I think, my knot throbbing with expectation.
I continue licking her and stretching her but release her belly so I can use my hand to unfasten my pants.
I want to make this easy on her.
A choice. An ability to consent. A way for her to stake her claim without having to sink her pretty teeth into my skin.
My jeans loosen, the fabric opening enough to free my cock.
I could push them down farther, but I’m done waiting.
“I’m going to sit up now, but my knot’s more than ready for you, little bee. All you have to do is slide off that table and come get it. Put it in your pussy. Your mouth. Or I’ll take care of myself with my hand while you watch. The choice is yours, pet. So, what’s it going to be?”